Like a cold day in August. I was not prepared for this. You'd think that nobody noticed. The way that you still care about it. . By all the people we'll need to love and hate.
Subjects are thrown around the room. Looking for the ones that got away. A feeling of soft anticipation. Another confrontation I won't make. . But how do we do it.
I've noticed, people, they all have moments. Different, yet all the same. I fumble through every word that is spoken. And I barely knew your name. . I'm tongue-tied, it runs through my blood and my insides.
I've noticed, people, they all have motives. Different, yet all the same. I fumble through every word that is spoken. And I barely knew your name. . I'm tongue-tied, it runs through my blood and my insides.